"By the way, where is the little policeman who came back from behind?" Garon recalled the recent events, and immediately thought of the little policeman Ganing who suddenly came back that day. According to Tianjiang Kobela's answer, this little policeman was obviously
He was still a passionate young man, and when he came back, he just wanted to find an opportunity to help him escape from the encirclement. But he didn't expect that the change would come so quickly. Garen independently killed the joint efforts of the Demon Elephant Sect and the Black Label Society.
"I don't know. It seems like it's still there with the Red Sand Sword."
Garen nodded, he also admired such a person who repaid his kindness.
After gathering his thoughts, the Eighth Golden Circle was already arranging a flight to Yinjia City.
Not far from Yinjia City is Weimarn City, which is also the headquarters of the Nantian Holy Fist Sect. Weimarn City is close to the Skylark Mountains, and the Skylark Mountain Waterfall is the closest to it.
The retreat of White Bird Holy Fist Parosa is Skylark Mountain Falls.
The two chatted for a while in the study room, and the Eighth Golden Ring focused on asking for some tips on secret martial arts practice. Garen did not hide his secrets and answered them all.
Most of his experience and skills were taught by his masters and obtained through his own experiments based on his strong physique. Although he is not as careful about strength and physical strength as ordinary warriors, he also has a deep understanding of some exercise methods that can damage muscles.
These are rare treasures for warriors.
Early the next morning, the leader of the Hongsha Sword Sect came to visit with his two disciples and the little policeman Ganing.
Just as they sat down, Kobela from the Nantian Holy Fist Sect also arrived with two people.
The courtyard was surrounded by densely guarded soldiers in black. These were special legion soldiers mobilized by the Golden Ring. This gave both parties a certain depth of understanding of Garonne's background.
Inside the spacious white hall.
The people from the Red Sand Sword Sect sit on a row of white sofas on the left, and the people from the Nantian Holy Fist Sect sit on the sofa on the right. Garen and the Eighth Golden Ring sit in the center.
The sunlight from the breakfast slanted in from the main door and fell on the ground, forming an irregular golden strip shape. The white floor tiles also reflected the bright white light, illuminating the entire living room brightly.
Everyone sat down, and Garen glanced at both sides.
The leader of the Red Sand Sword Sect on the left and the two disciples he brought with him all looked tired, obviously not fully recovered from the events of the past few days. The young policeman Ganing looked at him eagerly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Korbela, the general on the right, saw Garen's gaze and glanced over at him, and turned to him and smiled politely at him.
He brought two disciples, a boy and a girl who looked very similar to each other in their thirties. They looked good in appearance and temperament, like twins. Faintly, there was a hint of respect between the two of them for Garen.
Doubtful. Apparently they don't believe that Garen, at the same age as their son, has already reached such a peak level.
"Why are you two here today?" Garen asked directly without being polite.
The master of the Red Sand Sword Sect smiled politely.
"Master Jialong Sect, this time our Red Sand Sword came to save you from the siege. If you hadn't taken action in time, the Red Sand Sword Sect might have been destroyed." He glanced at the beautiful female disciple beside him.
This disciple was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his figure had already become curvy. He was wearing a white one-piece cheongsam short skirt with a high brown ponytail. He walked up to Gallon and presented a white bank check with both hands.
"Master Jialong, please accept it. This is our gratitude." The girl smiled sweetly, her big eyes were watery, and her skin was tender and flawless when viewed from a close distance, as perfect as a porcelain doll.
She followed her father's arrangement and took the initiative to come closer and hand over the check, so that she could more easily show her innocence and beauty. In front of her, the imposing Garon sat squarely in the middle of the living room, like a ferocious beast entrenched in the hall, imposing and threatening.
People. Anyone who enters the living room will feel an unconscious sense of depression.
This is not the effect of courage but simply the effect of reputation. Just like ordinary people meeting high-ranking officials, it is the mental pressure they put on themselves.
"If he can catch his fancy, maybe he can be tied to the Red Sand Sword's chariot. This will increase his confidence in his father's rise plan." Thoughts flashed through the girl's mind.
She knew that Bio had always been secretly in love with her, but how could Bio compare with the person in front of her. She was also an extremely ambitious person. After being appointed by her father as the future helmsman, she began to win over the entire sect step by step.
A potential warrior, it was largely her initiative to come here this time.
Thinking of this, the smile on the girl's face became sweeter, and two deep dimples were revealed on her cheeks.
The check was for 10 million federal dollars. In addition, the young man was seduced by his beautiful and pure dress.
Generally speaking, young warriors with strong blood can hardly resist it.
After all, warriors are people with strong qi and blood. Strong qi and blood means that various endocrine secretions are stronger than ordinary people, and natural physiological desires will be greatly amplified.
Unfortunately, Garen just raised his eyes and glanced at her, and didn't bother to look again.
"No need for checks or anything like that. Money doesn't mean much to me. If you really want to thank me, I hope you can let me enter your secret arsenal and look through some non-core secret weapons."
"Reading the Secret Martial Arts?" The master of the Red Sand Sword Sect smiled in astonishment, "That's right. I've come to this point to want to live in the Baiyun Sect. If you have such a need, we will naturally not refuse. I just ask for your understanding. Regarding
We won’t display a series of high-level secret weapons of the Red Sand Sword, but the rest are fine.” He paused, as if he was afraid that Garen would misunderstand, “Don’t worry, in addition to the high-level secret weapons, there are also medium and low-level secret weapons in the secret arsenal.
More than fifty kinds.”
"Thank you very much.¨" Garen thought for a moment and realized that he didn't even know the other person's name.
"Just call me Luther."
"Thank you Master Luther."
The two looked at each other and smiled with satisfaction.
"Now that you two have finished talking, it's our turn." Tianjiang Kobela said with a smile on the single sofa on the right.
"Commander Kobela, please speak." He waved the girl in front of him to go back, and Garen turned his eyes.
Kobela introduced the two people around him.
"These two staff members came specifically from the main gate. In response to the instructions of the gate master, they invited the master of the Garonne gate to go to the headquarters to meet him."
Both of them were young men and women wearing white suits. Among them, the man with a mustache stood up and bowed slightly to Galen.
"Dear Master of the Jialong Sect, we bring you the most respectful greetings from the Chief Sect Master. The Sect Master is very happy to have another top fighter in the martial arts world. Unfortunately, due to many trivial matters, he cannot come to meet in person. If Jialong
The owner of the door can go to pay homage to the door.”
Paying homage is a courtesy exchange between sects, and is often a method of communication between sects with equal status. The sect leader of the Nantian Holy Fist Sect obviously puts Baiyun Sect Gallon on the same level as himself.
Once Garen goes there, the other party will definitely hold a grand welcome ceremony.
"Thank you, Lord of the Holy Fist Sect, for your attention. Don't worry, I will go to disturb your sect soon." Garen originally planned to go to the Nantian Holy Fist Sect. The other party was polite enough, so he naturally agreed.
The two of them bowed respectfully and bowed again, then sat back down.
The general Korbela has accomplished the greatest thing.
"Master Garon, if you need my help, just ask. I, Kobela, still have some roots in the south."
"Then I'd like to thank General Kobela first."
"I'm waiting for your arrival at this gate." Corbera nodded. He already knew that Garen planned to challenge the White Bird Holy Fist. This time, he made up his mind to go to the Skylark Mountains first to occupy a few good positions, and at the same time
Inviting friends from the same profession to watch the battle together, such a peak showdown is an event that no warrior will miss.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Galen on the main seat again.
Recalling the inhuman and terrifying combat power that night, Clark, who was much more powerful than him, was actually beaten like a garbage bag and flew away with a palm. He turned around and ran away. He didn't even dare to turn around and say harsh words. It was pure
I'm so scared!
What kind of gap can lead to such a result?
Will the martial arts world once again experience a new era of prosperity?
Gallon and Andrela are both absolute top talents. But they appeared in this era at the same time.
This thought flashed through Corbera's mind.
Garen, however, could not imagine what Kobela was thinking, and casually chatted with the people on both sides about the current situation in the martial arts world. He also had a certain understanding of the current situation of martial artists in the world.
In the martial arts world, fighters and below have very weak resistance to firearms. A slightly trained gunman can pose a huge threat to a martial artist, let alone a head-on confrontation.
Only the fighter level is qualified to face hot weapons head-on. Therefore, unlike lower levels, governments in various countries have different attitudes towards fighters.
The Federation's attitude is not serious, but it is not contemptuous either. After all, no matter how strong a fighter is, he is still a human being, and special ammunition can directly kill him. Powerful special firearms can easily kill a fighter from several kilometers away.
Weisman is different. He attaches great importance to fighters, but they have very little background, and fighters are the least. Most fighters are actually influenced by the ancient martial arts from the east. Most of the ships from the east arrived in Asia first.
The Federation and the Wiseman Empire are too far apart, so this is determined by geographical factors.
As for Lanzhou, it is completely occupied by local martial arts, which advocates local ancient cold weapon martial arts. Various schools emerge in endlessly, and there are many fighters. But they are not of the oriental style.
"Nowadays, the status of martial artists is becoming more and more important in the entire world. But perhaps it is because the soil at the grassroots level is getting less and less, and technology is becoming more and more developed. There are fewer and fewer people willing to practice martial arts. More people
They regard martial arts as gymnastics for physical exercise." Kobela sighed, "Although our status is becoming more and more important, the number of new generation fighters that have emerged in recent years is much smaller than before. So far, nearly ten
In recent years, there have been less than five new generation fighters in the entire South, and the same is true in the North.
"There are less than ten in total?" Garen frowned. The situation in the martial arts world was worse than he imagined. "That is to say, apart from Andrela, me, and Bio, there are only two other places in the south.